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Those Who Jump Out of the Boat

A child is given to a stalker by his preschool teacher. Get to know this determined mother. bit.ly/YeahThatMom

"You did the right things, Ms. Teddi. This is not your fault." Detective Williams put the envelope under the clip of the board she was carrying. "Stay near the telephone when you return home. A unit will be there before the night is over to put a tracer on the line. All of your calls will be monitored until your son is returned or the tap is no longer necessary."

"What do you mean 'no longer necessary'? What are you saying? You think Brhin will be killed, don't you?"

"Cat, stop that." Phae ran to Catrine and yanked her hands from the lapels of the officer's jacket. "Calm down. And take that nasty thing out of your mouth." She slapped the curved, barely smoked cigarette from between Catrine's lips. You gave up smoking, remember? Retrieving bad habits will not make things better. Let's go to your house. You left the answering machine on didn't you? Good." Phalene smiled at the affirmative nod of Catrine's head. "Someone may have called." She climbed into the car and started the motor.

"I understand." Detective Williams brushed aside the apology. "Detective Serge and I will be to your home as soon as we finish up here. Try and get some rest. It won't do your son any good to come home and find out you've broken down."

"That still doesn't make the idea of resting a foreseen possibility." Catrine pulled the hat off of her head before climbing into her sister's car. She let her head fall to the headrest of the car as Phae sped out of the parking lot. "God, Phae what will I ever do without Brhin? I won't be able to go on."

"I have no answers, Catrine. I think about how I would feel right now if one of my girls were missing and all I can think of is 'stunned'. I cannot imagine what I would be doing at this very moment."

Penny is highly upset, she just learned about her brother-in-law being a pedophile and then has to deal with the innuendos from the sheriff. Let's peek in...

Besides, I have a few questions I need to ask Penny.”

“What kind of questions?” She resumed her perch on the edge of the desk.

“Uhm, how long has your sister and Bertrand lived in this house? Were the lights already here? How long have they been married? I know he was an author, but for how long? How long has….”

“Hold on a minute. Some of these questions you can wait and ask my sister. They aren’t my business and I don’t want to get anything screwed up.”

“These aren’t hard questions, Penny for god’s sakes. Maybe this is why you people lose your cases. You don’t want to answer questions.”

“Wait a damned minute. Maybe we lose our cases because all of the people in control of Shiningbal’s legal system are sorry assed, perverted, s.o.b.s who get kicks out of men that hurt children. If you want me to answer questions, ask some that pertain to me.” She angrily poked herself in the chest. “Ask some, while I have my recorder on so my damned words don’t get screwed around and thrown out of court.” Pulling a small tape recorder from a shelf above the desktop computer she slammed it on the desk near the laptop. “I’m not playing with your ass, or any asses of anyone, who may have been involved in the torture and rape of my little nieces. Now, if you wanna ask me another question, I’ll answer it as a citizen with the recorder on. I’ve been through enough damned cases in family court to know you people don’t play fair. And you should know right now, I’m not fucking playing.” Turning to the door she angrily pointed at the dog standing in defense mode in its opening. “Graham, blanket god damnit and don’t come back in here.”

And then she felt bad at the way his head drooped as he went back to lie near the boy. She knew he had only appeared and was only responding in protective instinct to the pitch and angry tone of her voice, but she didn’t care. As she'd stated earlier, she was no longer playing or just following the rules.

She watched Hennessey, sitting slightly behind Gunner, disconnect, slide the zip drive into her pocket and replace it with another one, acknowledged the wink of encouragement she gave with a small lift of her head, and then turned back to look at Gunner who was staring at her with an odd look on his face.

“What? What the hell is wrong with you, Gunner? Why are you staring at me?”

“I was wondering the same thing about you. You’re kinda pissed off about nothing. A few little questions and you nearly eat mine and the poor dog’s head off.”

“Pissed off about nothing?” Totally shocked at the comment, Penny raised her arms in the air in angry exasperation. “You think a ring of child molesters is ‘nothing’? How long have you been in this town? You weren’t even born here and yet you fit like a perfect lost piece of shit. All I want is justice here. Since I’m not involved in this case I’m going to take my kid and my dog home. I don’t want it to be said I interfered in any way. You won’t be able to use my presence as an excuse not to do your job. If you want to question me, call me into the office and have your recorder on the table, ‘cause I will be bringing mine. Oh and another thing. I have pictures of everything in this house so don’t try stealing anything Gunner. I’ll call my sister from home.”

The good natured cheering and hurrahing helped usher in the foods and party atmosphere.

"So, ladies..." Catrine(The Perfect Solution) tapped her water class
with the prongs of her fork. "Ey has given me one question for all of
you to answer. Who's brave enough to jump in and start this off?"

"You know me, I don't have a bit of fear, so I'll start." Penny (The
Fishing Trip) placed her fork on the edge of her plate, rested elbows on
table and rested her chin between the knuckles of her right hand.
"What's the question? "
Are you brave enough to step between the love of a mother for her child?

D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same- http://dna-bloodtiesandlies.blogspot.com
Debney Nichole Armstrong thought she knew everything about her family.
She knew her dad worked hard at everything, except building a
relationship with his family. She knew her younger brothers were typical
little kids, and she knew her mother, for some unknown reason, disliked
her first born and only daughter. What she really needed to know was
did her mother contribute to the ‘accident’? Who is the man repeatedly
mentioned in her mother’s journals? Where were the bodies of her ten
year old twin brothers, and who is the father of the child she now
carries? No matter what the answers are, Debney knows, nothing will ever
be the same.D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same Nothing
was as it had been. From the bathroom she could see in the closet and
into the newly renovated nursery. It was now totally official; she was
going to have a baby. Standing in the nursery she smoothed the blanket
in the crib. It was ridiculous how ‘right' being pregnant felt. Sure it
was the last position a teen should find be in, but it seemed as if she
had been thrown a lifeline and the exact thing she needed at this time
in her life. Mrs. Cook had often told her God didn't make mistakes and
everything would work out for the best. She was resting the remainder of
her sanity on that statement.

"We did a good job huh?" Nadine entered the closet and stood next to her.

"Yes.
I can't believe I'm really having a baby, a real person. For months
I've felt it moving, punching and kicking me, but when I walked in just
now it really clicked that I'm going to be a mother. In a few days I
will be holding the life of another human being in my hands." She looked
at the small item of clothing Nadine held in her hands. "I'm afraid.
I'm afraid I may turn into the conniving vindictive person my mother
was. How in the world am I going to teach this child to love others when
my own mother couldn't love me?"

"Debney, first of
all stop comparing yourself to Nicole Armstrong. You are nothing like
her. From day one when your mother realized she was pregnant she wanted
to get rid of you. You found out you were pregnant and you decided to
have a baby. You hired a midwife and changed your eating habits. When
Nicole wanted a nursery for her children she cleared a room on a
different floor, and hired a decorator. You grabbed some paint and a
couple of friends and spent an entire weekend renovating a closet so the
baby can sleep in the same room. When that woman had here babies she
threw them into the arms of nannies and au pairs. You will more than
likely drag the little snot dripper with us wherever we go. So, you are
nothing like Nicole you are going to be a mother and she was a woman who
had a couple of babies."

"Dang Deenie," Debney
blinked, crying without noticing she quickly wiped the tear that fell
from her lashes. Her friend's words encouraged her more than anything
she' heard in months. "Aren't you damned inspirational early in the
morning? I just may have to keep you around as an ego booster."

The
Perfect Solution A child is given to a stalker.THE PERFECT SOLUTION
#suspense Everyone loves three year old Brhin Teddi. His single mother,
Catrine, loves him. His aunt and uncle and cousins love him.The
teachers at his daycare center, The Perfect Solution, love him. And
someone in the shadows, watching, following and planning, loves him so
much she’s ready to destroy countless lives to have him. A terrifying
look into the world of childcare, its weaknesses and the terrible cost
of those weaknesses.THE PERFECT SOLUTION
What if the decisions you've made for your life, endangers the life of your child?

Catrine
stepped back and looked around the room. Lifting her face towards the
ceiling, she blinked to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
"I'm just… I don't know lost, hurt and profoundly disappointed." Her
hand fluttered in the air in frustration. "I think I have cried more
here than I have ever done in my entire life. I just can't take it in."
Catrine shook her head in confusion. "I have never been so
disillusioned. I put my trust in you." She glared angrily. "I placed the
most precious thing I had in the world in your hands and you people did
not take your job seriously. Do you understand how important your
presence is here? This is not just a baby-sitting thing. You are
responsible for lives, lives that depend totally on you when they are
here." Catrine quickly bypassed the detective and stood in front of Mrs.
Wall. "You have absolutely no business," she angrily jabbed a finger
into the woman's chest with every word she spoke. "no, business at all
having any control over the lives of so many children. None of you do."
Her voice broke with the bluntness of her words as she turned and waved
her hand to include the entire staff of the day care center. "All of you
should be held responsible for neglect, and abuse and I will make sure
that you are."

The Women of the Hil,l is an affair to remember. It is the first book in
the series Yes, Sam Takes Care of me.Sam a jealous provider and
protector who simultaneously gives and takes away in this tale of five
female friends sharing in the trials and humiliations of having a
relationship with the same person.THE WOMEN OF THE HILL

The Fishing Trip-A Trial by Water, Execution, and a Deliverance of Retribution

When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to be coming the
monster?
Set in Shiningbal, Texas where the perverted go to disappear; sexual
abuse of children is the norm and when the legal system only increases
the violation, this isn't the time for redemption to play nice. Married
and mom of one, Penny Brooks aids the town's avenger to save those in
need. The Fishing TripWhat really goes through the mind after a night on The Fishing Trip ? Can it ever be 'life as usual', again?
Penny
finished clearing the dishes to the sounds of her husband and son
gathering their things and leaving the house. At the final slam of the
front door she rushed up the stairs and into the bedroom to gather her
clothes from the night before. After arriving home in the early hours,
she’d only had time to strip in the hallway and push the damp smelly
clothes under the huge wardrobe in the corner of the room, before
slipping into the shower. She hadn’t dared wear them to walk all the
way across the bedroom to the bathroom in case Josh would have awakened
and questioned her wet dank presence. She'd been frightened out of her
wits when she’d heard him peek into the bathroom, but pretended she
hadn’t and when she slid into bed, he just pulled her close and never
questioned. She knew the lack of interrogation wouldn’t continue because
his natural instinct as well as his profession as a police detective,
always caused him to want to be in the know of everything.

Holding the reeking pile of clothes as far away from her body as her
outstretched arms would allow, she tried not to wretch as she rushed
back down the stairs, through the kitchen and garage to the edge of the
street where she dumped the bundle into the trashcan at the end of the
yard.
Hopping back to the house through the grass on naked toes,
wet from the rains from the night before. As she closed the door to the
kitchen she could hear the clanging mechanical sounds of the garbage
truck coming around the corner and thanked God for making everything
work in her favor. She moved to push her hair away from her face but
stopped short at the whiff of decay on her finger tips and gagged.

“Ack, my hands stink,” she gagged again. “And my stomach is too damned
weak for this kind of thing.” She scrubbed her hands under the kitchen
faucet. “I better take another shower and get the hell on off to work.”

Under the shower, the feel of water from the dead body hitting the
murky depths played over and over again in her mind. Pressing home the
fact she would be useless out in the field in such a state.

Even though she knew the necessity of the fishing trips and had gladly
fallen into the procedure, the act of premeditated murder would
sometimes spark a flame of guilt. True she had never been part of the
final elimination of breath, but her presence was in essence the reason
the perpetrator was there. Scrubbing hard at her breast she shuddered at
the remembered touch of last night’s victim’s hand as it had pushed
under her sweater. Looking at her skin she noticed the scratches she
hadn’t seen the night before and cursed. She would now have to make up a
story to keep Joshua from going left. It was bad enough she was lying
to him about the emergency night calls and making him worry about her
safety, without having to make up an explanation for the unnecessary
wounds.

Last night was a nightmare she never
wanted to relive. It was the closest she had ever come to being raped
when dealing with one of the pedophiles. He had been a huge, cruel and
insensitive man and she had given a sigh of relief when his body
disappeared in the whirlpool of Clear Lake’s waters. Most of the other
creeps tried to use a gentle cajoling method to seduce her, believing
her to be a child of 15 or 16, but this guy had been a pig. From the
time she and Durham had met at the assigned place the guy had been all
over her. The plan had been for Durham to pretend to be her boyfriend
and arranger of the meeting. They were to get the guy in the car and to
the woods as quick as possible, but from the start it had gone awry.

Sitting in the backseat with the perpetrator Penny had immediately been
made aware the guy was a violent type of pervert who got his kicks from
the brutality of the sexual act he would force on a child. He had
thrown her on her back and practically had her pants off before the car
was shifted into drive.
Totally engrossed in the fight to protect
herself she was unaware of Durham pulling over or getting in the
backseat. One minute she was in a struggle for her life and the next she
was sucking in the last putrid gusts of breath the creep gasped. Durham
lifted the man's dead weight off of her and pushed him to the floor
without saying a word until he was back behind the steering wheel.

"Do you ever get tired of doing this Durham?" Feeling as if she would
break down and cry, Penny kept her head down and out of his field of
vision possible through the rear view mirror.

"Listen, Penny. You can stop anytime you want. This is more dangerous
for you than it is for me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Hell,
you wonder if I get tired. Hell yeah I do, but the laws especially in
Shiningbal give me no choice. I can’t sit around and let men like that
scum continue to prey on defenseless children and get away with it. I’m
sure if a common person were to find out about what I am doing they
would be torn between two minds. One side would negate me into the role
of a murderer while the other side, the more truthful side, would
applaud me for taking a stand and ridding the world of useless and
dispensable trash.

Just think how we have saved
the sanity and sanctity of three little children and you will be able to
make it through the rest of the night. This guy had been married three
times and in each marriage it has ended the same. He rapes and
brutalizes the children. Tortures them mentally and just moves on. He
plotted his own destiny. And if I forget my reason for why I continue my
mission, I just back up and remember my childhood and a little girl who
never had a chance. Men like him make me want to run up and down the
street shooting their kind without a second thought. Just imagine him on
top of those little children, bastard."

Closing
her eyes for a moment, she didn’t have to imagine. The fear during those
moments would remain in her mind forever. The weight and the
determination of the guy had frightened pure hell out of her. She'd
adjusted her clothing and climbed over the front seat uncaring that the
car was traveling at break neck speed. She just wanted to be as far away
from the dead body as possible in the confines of the car. She had been
put with Durham a few times, but had never felt any inkling of danger.
Every other guy had seemed harmless both in appearance and mannerisms.
Their 'trade mark' as Durham called them. Though she much preferred
dealing with the mild mannered perpetrators she didn't know how much
longer she would be able to play judge, jury, or executioner. It was all
getting hard to stomach.The Fishing Trip- A Trial by Water, Execution and a Deliverance of Retribution:"The Fishing Trip- A Trial by Water, Execution and a Deliverance of Retribution" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

: Ribbons & Belle W anting something so badly, tears flow.
Anabelle
Lee carefully slotted the test tubes into their assigned spots. The
gray matter rising from the liquid nitrogen in the vacuum lined tanks,
gave her the urge to cough, but she dared not. Any amount of germs had
the potential of contamination and death to the minute life forms. At
least, that’s how she felt.

Closing the lid to the
container, she pushed the required buttons, locked the precious vials
and lowered them to safety. With one last look over her shoulder before
leaving the room, Anabelle sighed and closed the door. She hadn't
realized she was crying until her friend and fellow embryologists, slid a
wad of Kleenex into her hands.

"Belle, why do you do
this to yourself? I just don't understand. No one coming in here
deserves a child more than you. You know all of the risks, you see the
donor lists and can have your pick. Call your gyne for counseling and
set yourself up for In Vitro or artificial insemination."

"I want to, but I don't want to be disappointed. I’m not sure I’m ready for another heartache."

"I
can understand your feelings after everything you’ve been through and
that sorry assed husband of yours leaving right after you lost the baby.
He didn’t even hang around long enough to see her buried. But that was
three years ago. He's moved on with life, married someone else and has a
baby of his own. You deserve that same kind of happiness.

Go
out, pick you a live body and either get you some and have you a baby
or count up your pennies and splurge on a test tube. Here,” Sunny
riffled through the pockets of her scrubs, pulling out hands full of
change and paraphernalia, sorting through to put the coins on the desk
and push in Belle’s direction.“Here’s seventy-five cents, to start the
fund."

Belle, choked and giggled at the same time,
which ended up sounding like an animal being tortured and caused her to
end up wobbling in her chair and banging against the desk from laughter
"God,
you're so crass, Sunny. You make it sound as if I'm walking into the
cosmetic aisle of any mass market store and picking out a tube of
lipstick."

"Well, having the right tube is just as
important as having the perfect shade of color on your lips. You know,
that batch you just locked into that frozen pits of a tundra, does have
one of the best specimens. Or you can simply pluck him from his office,
drug him, take him home, and tuck him into your bed. Not to sleep of
course. The two...”

“Stop, that’s just a stupid rumor,
I’m sure. Something to keep the nurses speculating. Anyway we
practically work together. I can’t use him like that.” Annabelle
straightened herself under the desk and began ticking the keys of the
computer. “Besides, who says he would go anywhere with me?”

“Anabelle
Lee,” Sunny slapped a folder on the desktop, as close to Belle’s hand
as she could without hitting her. Sending the coins flying in all
directions as they hit the floor. “You only pay attention to what you
want to see. I’m telling you what I see every time Tyson Ribbons comes
in here. A guy with the most piercing baby blue, bedroom eyes. Somewhere
I bet he would love for you to be with him. You, on the other hand,
never get a peek at the lustful glances he sends your way when he walks
up, because you stick your head behind a folder or run into another
room, as soon as you notice him in the building.”

“No, I don’t. Not intentionally.”

“Yes,
you do. If you think I’m wrong, prove it to me. Stay right where you
are because the oh so cute, Dr. Ribbons is turning the corner.”

The
smack of her head to the edge of her chair as she dived to the floor,
combined with the loud laughter cracking the silence of the quiet
hallway, let Belle know she’d been tricked.

Shaking
off Sunny’s offered hand, Annabelle tried to use her elbows on the seat
of the chair to pull herself up. Nearly falling face first. Knees
sliding across the linoleum, as she held on, chasing the mockingly
rolling chair
."Ribbons & Belle" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

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